Evil Awe-Inspiring

At three o'clock in the morning, in a district of Vancouver, a restaurant on a street, the signboard outside was written in English and Italian. It has already shown that the owner of the restaurant is Italian.

Sure enough, there are so-called authentic Italian pizzas, as well as pasta, and takeaway service.

At three o'clock in the morning, the entire street is very quiet. Only the street lights emit a faint light. This street is located on a fork of a main road. It is not too busy. There are still cars on the street ...

The main building of this restaurant is a three-story building, the restaurant is located on the first floor, and the upper floor is the residence of the owner of the restaurant.

"It tastes really good." I took a piece of pizza just out of the oven with one hand, and took a bite of it carefully. The smell of cheese with a strong aroma filled the nose and mouth.

I praised it, then opened the curtains and glanced down the street.

"Relax, sir, madam, we are not malicious." I smiled: "So you don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you ... Oh, we are not robbers, we came here late at night, just want to ask you to help Just busy. "

Sitting on the slightly worn-out old-fashioned sofa in the middle of the room, a pair of white men and women embraced each other, and the woman's body shuddered. The man was calm and hugged his wife tightly.

The contours of their faces are very distinctive of the Mediterranean, and they are all standard Sicilian, especially this man, with a high nose and green eyes. Then he looked at me in English with a strong accent: "What on earth do you want?"

He was scared, and from time to time he scanned the other brothers in the room. And it's very clear that I'm trying to suppress the anger in my heart.

I can understand him very well. After all, in the middle of the night, a group of people with weapons broke into their homes and dragged themselves and their wives off the bed. They would be violent.

I handed the pizza box in my hand to Siro: "You taste it, it tastes really good." Then I wiped my hands and took out a note from my pocket with the phone number copied from it.

"This is a phone call. Someone has called you recently. Just recently, the owner of this phone should have ordered a lot of takeaway food with you." I stood in front of the boss: "I don't want much Just ask you to recall, and then tell me every detail of this matter. How much food do they order each day, where are they delivered, and others ... Anyway, as long as you can remember, no matter the size of the details, please all tell me."

The boss calmed down a bit. He glanced at the phone number on the desk and hesitated: "I'm sorry ... I can't remember this number ... No, no, I'm not trying to lie to you, but I get a lot of orders every day here There are fifty or sixty telephones every day. I can't write down every number ... I need to check my account ... I'm not a computer after all. "

"Yes." I spread my hand. "Please."

The boss let go of his wife and pointed to a drawer in the room: "My account is in that drawer ..."

He stood up and walked over, I motioned to the stones that they need not stop.

"Wait." Just as his hand was about to hit the table, I smiled and said, "I need to remind you that if you want to touch the gun hidden under the table, then I can't follow me just now. Guaranteed ... I don't want to hurt you, but I also ask you to cooperate, we just want to ask you a favor. "

The boss' face turned pale, and he gave me a surprised look.

I laughed: "There are not many Italians in this city, and I heard that many small Italian restaurants are related to the Mafia family ... I respect you Italians so I don't want to cause trouble."

I walked over, the boss's body was a bit stiff, I fumbled under the table for a while, and found a pistol from below, and the gun stuck in a groove under the table.

"It's a secret place." I smiled, took a look, and said casually: "Are you related to Mr. Abetoni?"

Abbottoni is the leader of an Italian mafia family in Vancouver, but throughout Vancouver, the Italians are not powerful. Abetoni is also just a second-rate figure.

"I ... my cousin is the godson of Mr. Abetoni." The boss was a little upset.

I laughed, a typical gangster model of Italian family + religious relations.

"Look, I just need help. I have no conflict with Mr. Abetoni. It is just a coincidence to be here today." I looked at him: "I just want to know everything about that phone number, that's all."

"Who are you and which organization do you represent?" The boss asked another stupid sentence: "I won't show you my account book! Unless you kill me."

"Idiot." I whispered, holding the gun in my hand, facing him, grinning bitterly: "Are you deaf? Are you from Abbettini, or are you from the Italian gangster? These have nothing to do with me! I'm here tonight, not to bother you Italians! I just treat you as the owner of a restaurant, and it happens to be some of my opponents that have booked here with you these days For food batching, what I need is to find the addresses of my opponents through you! Do you understand? Italian? Well, Abbettini was kind enough to see me! What kind of account do you have here? Ben, I have no interest! As long as you tell me everything about that phone number, I will immediately disappear from here, and everything that happened tonight, you can think of it as a dream. After you wake up at dawn, everything It never happened. "

"Really?" The boss looked at me, confused.

I didn't have the patience to talk nonsense to him, took a gun and pointed at his head.

"Street, No. 6". The boss hurriedly reported an address, and then seemed to be afraid of my disbelief, explaining: "They have ordered food from me for three consecutive days, and each time they ordered sixteen. . This is a big business, so I remember it clearly. But ... "

"But what?"

"However, they have ordered meals with me for the past three days, but they have not booked tonight."

"Thank you!" I immediately put away my gun and glanced at the others: "Come on! Let's go!"

Before I left, I looked at this somewhat mind-bogging boss and laughed, "I haven't seen you tonight, you haven't seen us. I don't think you want to get in trouble."

I threw a banknote out of my pocket and laughed, "By the way, your pizza is really good."

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Rushing all the way down the street, I urged Siro to start the car. Siro was still a little nervous and confused: "What's wrong? Now that we know where these guys are hiding, should we not plan well before we act?"

I sighed and didn't speak. Instead, the stone spoke first: "The boss made it very clear that the other party had ordered meals with him three days ago, but he didn't order tonight ... This shows that they may have changed places! So we must rush immediately It used to be… it was all about luck. ”

Siro then came to his senses and quickly started the car to step on the accelerator.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at that address. This is an old town surrounded by old-fashioned buildings with exposed brick walls. Most of the buildings are as high as three or four floors and the houses are gray and short. The streets are narrow, and even the street lights at night are not well maintained. Many street lights are not on, and some of them are flickering and making noisy sounds.

"Here it is, on the fourth floor."

We tried to reduce the speed of the car as much as possible so that the sound of the car was relatively low and it slowly drove to a building. There was an alley just across the road, and I asked Siro to drive in. Another car behind came in.

"Leave two brothers behind to guard the car." I glanced at Siro. "Siro, you stay."

"Why?" Siro was disappointed. "I'll go up with you!"

I ignored him and glanced at the stone: "Leave one of you, look at the car with Siro, we are ready to retreat at any time. And ... please prepare the weapons in your hand."

The people in the other car also got into our car. Everyone was right for a while, and then under my strict order, Siro agreed to stay a little depressed.

"Divided into two paths, all the way from the back, the stones lead the team. Scorpion, you take eight people, and I rush in from below ..." After a pause, I slowly said: "Don't hesitate, do as clean as possible!"

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A rush of footsteps came from the old-fashioned stairs, and a group of ten of us hurried up the stairs. One advantage of this spiral staircase is that it runs fast.

He rushed to the fourth floor in a breath, in front of it was a wooden door, and a little dim light leaked out.

"Rush!" I made a gesture, and immediately walked up behind someone, and stepped on the door panel.

boom!

The entire door panel was knocked down, and I immediately rushed in. I took a gun in both hands, and the three people who took the lead immediately consciously formed a triangle-shaped group.

But we were disappointed.

Behind the door was a large room, but it was empty. A chandelier on the ceiling was shaking gently, and the dim light flickered.

At this time, the stone people in the window also turned in from the outside, their movements were very capable, and the people in front immediately occupied the favorable terrain to cover the people behind them ... Unfortunately, all this wasted!

The room was very messy, there were a lot of discarded debris and garbage on the ground, I also saw a pile of pizza boxes in the corner, and there was even a smell in the room ...

We quickly checked this place, and there was a room inside, which was a little cleaner than the outside, throwing a lot of plastic sheets on the ground, and debris.

Damn it ... I even saw a condom.

"They're gone," Stone said dumbly.

I took a breath and hit my wall with a punch. Walked to the table and looked at a slice of pizza on the table, and some drinking water bottles.

"Well, we're only one step slower, but there is still a chance to find them." Stone came over to comfort me.

"It's okay." I smiled reluctantly. "They must have changed places to hide. These Vietnamese are cunning."

With a wave of the stone, he commanded the others: "Check carefully to see if there is anything useful and if there is any clue. We leave after five minutes."

quickly……

"Stone, we found this." A man walked over with a smile, with a gold cane on his muzzle.

This is a gold watch.

"I saw it in the toilet inside. Someone may have left it here and forgot to take it." The man laughed: "This thing should be worth a lot of money."

I picked it up and glanced ... well, Rolex. This watch is worth about 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars, and it is not too expensive. But let me notice that yes, the back of this watch is engraved with a few words, it seems to be drawn out with the tip of a knife.

And the watch body is very old, very old, and looks like something very old.

I handed the stone in hand, and he took a look at it, especially the ones that were drawn out later, and he smiled: "Well, this thing is old. The few strokes on the back are Vietnamese characters, which means 'Loot'. "

I barely smiled, and before I said anything, I heard a walkie-talkie flashing across my waist.

"Hey?" I picked up. "Is Siro? What's wrong?"

Silo's voice was very excited: "Little five, someone is here! They just entered the stairs and they seem to have gone up ... probably Vietnamese! Two people!"

I was suddenly shocked! With a smile on his face, he looked at the stone: "Someone came up. It's two Vietnamese. They are back!"

Without my command, Stone immediately made a gesture, quickly made a few commands, and then whispered, "Did you catch it?"

With my affirmation, everyone moved quickly. Someone first lifted the door panel that fell to the ground, pressed it against the door frame, and separated three people out of the door, hiding behind the corridor outside. Stone and I stood on either side of the door. Everyone else found a place in the room.

One minute later, footsteps from upstairs came from outside, and faintly heard someone whispering while walking. What reassures me is that they really speak Vietnamese.

I glanced at the stone, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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boom!

The door panel fell down suddenly. It was probably the two Vietnamese outside who were about to open the door. As a result, the door panel was long overwhelmed by us. They gently pushed outside and fell down suddenly.

As the two Vietnamese exclaimed, their response was not too slow. One of them had pulled his gun from his waist, but immediately, the two brothers hiding behind the corridor had stretched out their hands from behind. Their neck, the stone and I have rushed out, one person punched into the first two people, kicked their guns and flew.

Two Vietnamese were dragged into the room, and someone immediately closed the door again. They seemed to want to resist at the beginning, but when they came in, the room was full of ours, and the expressions of terror and despair suddenly appeared on their faces.

"Can you speak Vietnamese?" I glanced at the stone, and he smiled: "Most of us here will speak."

"Okay!" I waved someone to bring the two Vietnamese over and pressed them to the ground. I pulled a chair and sat in front of them.

"Ask them how they came here."

Stone asked them again in Vietnamese.

The two Vietnamese hesitated, but both kept their mouths silent. I went up and slapped one by one, swollen half of both faces.

I found both despairing. But the one on the left was a fateful look, his eyes just staring at the ground. The other one, with a little panic in despair, seemed to dodge a little.

My heart moved: "Tell them, I want to ask them questions, as long as I'm honest, I can't kill."

Stone helped me translate, and the expressions of the two people were a little different. There was a sneer in the corner of one of his mouths, and there was more dodging in his other eyes.

"You, what are you laughing at?" I said coldly.

Every time I say a word, the stone will help me translate it into Vietnamese.

This time the man didn't keep silent. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and the bite was a bit vague, probably because he just bitten his tongue when he slapped me.

"He said ... since we were caught, it must be a dead end, so if Zai didn't believe you, he said he was ready to die, and you can do it at any time."

The stone slowly translated to me.

"Oh ..." After I heard it, I responded lightly, and then I suddenly stood up and walked quickly behind this guy. He grabbed his hair with one hand, pulled out the dagger with the other, and then swiped around his neck ...

flutter! !!

With the internal pressure, the blood squirted out immediately! I wipe this knife deep! His throat was cut off by me. When a man is dying, he will naturally struggle, but he has long been caught by my hair and held, and his body twists in vain a few times. There was a "chuckling" sound in his mouth, but his throat was severed and he couldn't even make a full scream.

Blood splattered on the ground in front of him, and it was instantly red. On my arm, the blade was also full of blood. Another Vietnamese who was kneeling next to him was also splashed on his face when he was dying A lot of blood beads.

The stone seemed to choke, and the others in the room seemed to choke.

They probably didn't expect that I would be so crisp and so hard! Actually they didn't agree with each other. When they said something, they did it. When they said something, they killed them! There is no room left.

The corpse was lying on the ground with heavy blood flowing slowly, and its body was still shaking. I know this is a natural nerve reaction, but the Vietnamese who is next to me is full of despair and panic.

I lifted my leg, rubbed the dagger on the sole of the shoe, and looked at the stone: "You told this guy that he asked me to kill him, and I just met his request. As for this guy, you ask, does he want to Ask me to kill him. "

The stone gave me a strange look, and translated as I said.

Sure enough, the rest of the Vietnamese trembled after hearing the whole body, his face turned pale for a few seconds, and he was silent for a few seconds, then screamed suddenly!

His voice was hoarse and distorted, as if killing a chicken, with a trill. Although I couldn't understand him, the incoherent look was not wrong.

He's scared!

I sneered.

By the way, that's right!

I don't believe that all of them Vietnamese are desperate people!

They are just gangsters, you think they are revolutionary martyrs! !!

"He said, he was afraid of death, he didn't want to die." Stone looked at the guy with a scornful look.

I shook the corner of my mouth: "Okay, just be afraid of death. If he is not afraid of death, we will have a hard time."

I squatted down and stared at him like this: "Do you know who we are?"

"... I know." The answer from the Vietnamese was still translated by Stone: "You are a big circle."

I nodded with satisfaction: "So, this place, your people are hiding here these days?"

When speaking, my hand deliberately or intentionally or unintentionally pulled on the corpse's head, so that the corpse's face was facing the guy.

His psychological defense completely collapsed, and he quickly explained it in a fifteen to ten.

It turns out that about twenty people in Vietnam are hiding here ... In addition to this, there are four or five hiding places for Vietnamese, and there are at least twenty or thirty people hiding in each place, and up to fifty or sixty Each. Basically, the most elite thugs and gunmen in the Vietnamese gang are nearly 200 people.

No wonder we haven't been able to find Vietnamese recently. It turns out that most people are so hidden. And the other ordinary little brothers, foolish in the street, were temporarily demobilized home. These days are chaos outside, and those people don't dare to shake outside.

Moreover, Vietnamese are very cunning. They stay in one place for a maximum of three or four days and then change to a hiding place. This can greatly reduce the possibility of detection.

As for their hiding place ... According to this guy's explanation, it is actually some half-toned projects originally constructed by Vietnamese construction companies, and some abandoned real estate or construction sites. After all, Vietnamese people have been involved in the real estate industry in the past few years to make money, but there are many such places to hide.

This answer made me sigh slightly.

Why didn't I think of this! !! Yeah, since I know that Vietnamese construction companies are running to check their phones, but as long as I check the records of the business that these Vietnamese have done in the past few years, I can probably find the construction properties they have done A lot of clues!

Hiding in abandoned buildings and old buildings ... what could be safer than such a place?

Just before we found this place today, more than twenty people hiding there had changed places. This time they moved to a warehouse in a seafood processing plant located a little further away in downtown Vancouver. Don't ask me how to force this guy to say it himself.

As for how these two unlucky ghosts returned, this really has something to do with the gold watch we just picked.

That gold watch was a prime name of the Vietnamese hiding here. They hurried away when they transferred, and accidentally lost the watch.

This thing is of great value, and the leader feels a little distressed, so he sent these two men back to help him find it, but ...

I interrogated him carefully several times, and repeatedly asked many details to confirm that he was not lying. But just as I was about to stand up, I saw a flash of light in his eyes, and I smiled.

Squat down again. Pulling out the dagger, the blade gently picked his chin, and slowly said, "You said, I'm satisfied ... you are honest. But the news you told me is too low for me, It ’s not enough to buy back your life. Unless you have more valuable information, I ca n’t spare your life. ”

Stone said this expression blankly, and the Vietnamese's body shook again.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but I deliberately turned my wrist, and the blade gently pierced the skin on his chin, exuding blood.

The guy was so scared that he screamed when he saw that he was bleeding. I slapped up two slaps, making him stare at Venus.

"Say! Speak! I say!" He was going crazy, screaming frantically.

Immediately, he gave us a piece of information that surprised us ... a very useful piece of information!

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He also has a younger brother, Ruan Wenjie, who is the No. 3 figure in the Vancouver Gang of Vancouver.

This pair of brothers is called "Da Ruan" and "Little Ruan" on the Tao.

And this guy told me about "Little Ruan".

Xiao Ruan had gone into hiding these days. However, this kind of person who is used to being the boss and inevitably has some habits and hobbies. This kind of gophers has been around for a long time, so it will naturally be a little bit uncontrollable.

Xiao Ruan has a mistress-this is not surprising. The underworld boss doesn't say there is a mistress, even if there are ten or eight, it is very common. But this mistress was the one that Xiao Ruan had just started in the last few months.

More importantly, Xiao Ruan seems to have gone back quietly recently to meet the mistress specifically. Originally, it was Da Ruan's order to hide, but after all, Xiao Ruan was Da Ruan's younger brother. He sneaked home with his brother on his back. Even if others knew it, he would not dare to say anything.

The problem is that Xiao Ruan did not want to come out after running back. She simply didn't hide with the large troops, but only took two bodyguards, and kept hiding in the mistress's house to change places.

The reason is: his mistress is pregnant with his seed!

Da Ruan and Xiao Ruan are all in their forties, and women are a lot of women, but probably they have done too many bad things these years, and they have not even given birth to one child. This time a mistress was pregnant with Xiao Ruan's seed. Even in such a tense situation, he couldn't care so much, and just stayed at the mistress's house and didn't leave.

This was fine. Because he lived in the mistress's house is actually safe, outsiders can not find how many mistresses he has. If he doesn't go out, we won't find him.

The problem is that ...

The Vietnamese in front of me ... Xiao Ruan's mistress is his sister.

This unexpected intelligence got us excited at once!

Stone touched his chin and couldn't help laughing: "Fuck, this little Ruan, it's a kind of love! Hehe! Good! Good!"

He glanced at me: "How about? Now that I know a hiding place for the Vietnamese, and also the whereabouts of their No. 3 character, what do we do next? Do they kill their No. 3 character first, or go there first Where is their hiding place? "

I thought about it for a while, and suddenly my mind came up with an extremely interesting idea.

"Not in a hurry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ in a hurry." I looked at the stone: "I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea ..."

I stood up and glanced at the guy kneeling on the ground with a disgusted expression on his face. Huh, for the sake of survival, even the guy who can take out his sister.

"Hey, you know what you know, you told me the news, then your sister and your little brother Ruan will die! Huh?" I asked him.

The Vietnamese dropped his head and did not speak, but his body was shaking.

"Kill him." I said lightly.

The stone immediately pulled the gun and pulled the bolt. The Vietnamese seemed to understand what we were going to do and mourned loudly.

"What did he say?" I asked Stone.

"He said, you promised him not to kill him." Stone shook his mouth.

"Oh, tell him ..." I said lightly: "I lied. If he feels wronged, go to Lord Yan to complain to me."